A lot of people have a tendency to depict him as sort of a dapper 1960s-style radio announcer who is white and blond-haired, and that is great. There are a lot of people who depict Cecil as African American or Native American or Asian, and that is great. I’ve also seen Welcome to Night Vale Cecil fan art where Cecil is a moth who sits on a microphone, and that as well is great, because it allows the artist to bring themselves to the show, and take the ideas and process it for themselves.
I am pretty convinced that Carlos doesn’t only wear traditional white lab coats. He wears all kinds of coats, but because he’s a scientist Cecil assumes all coats Carlos wears are lab coats.
So, his “weekend lab coat” is just a normal jean jacket. His “running lab coat” is your typical track jacket.
I can’t decide if it’s more amusing to believe that Cecil thinks all jackets are lab coats or that Carlos has a giant wardrobe full of lab coats made of different materials for every purpose imaginable.
I have a funny theory that in Night Vale being seen as being a scientist is a fairly bad boy job, like for example when Cecil says, “We have all been scientists at one point in our lives.” reminds me of when people talk about teenage or rebellious phrases. Therefore, I feel like Cecil struts around really pleased, thinking, “Ooh yeaaah, I bagged a bad boy!” and Carlos is just stood there utterly nonplussed with some chemicals saying, “I like beakers.”
Okay so I know that the Night Vale secret police members are supposed to be dangerous and feared but I just can’t stop thinking about how after having to watch people for so long, they get attached
Just imagine the secret police members consider these people to be a second family
Secret police members leaving gifts inside other peoples houses on birthdays or holidays because the family can’t afford them
Imagine the officer who has you under surveillance leaves a happy birthday card on your night stand every year
Imagine having no money and coming home to a fully stocked fridge
Imagine exchanging notes with them by leaving them on the window and waking up to a response letter
Imagine how surprised the secret police member would be when someone is brave enough to invite their invisible hero to have dinner because they want to return the favor
I dunno guys i think the Sheriffs Secret Police have more to them and they should be appreciated more
1059. A muggleborn fan of Welcome to Night Vale enchants the ceiling in the Great Hall to depict the glow cloud. Purebloods become extremely confused when a bunch of other students suddenly stand up and chant “All hail the glow cloud,” in unison, before sitting down and resuming as if nothing had happened.
Uhm… I have this really long headcanon about Carlos and radios and stuff, so… uhm… yeah. Hope you enjoy this longass headcanon and fanart I made about it.
BROADCAST (Carlos Headcanon)
As a young boy growing up in a quiet province in the Philippines, Carlos has been a big fan of the AM radio. Every day before sunset, Carlos rushes into his own little room, listening to the daily news on a small radio that he borrowed from his mother involving weather forecasts, current events, editorials, and the occasional live broadcasts.He would also occasionally listen to radio dramas ranging from superheroes to comedies to romances and to the supernatural and the weird.
On his 9th birthday, he was given a portable shortwave radio from his foreigner father who is currently researching in the southern part of the country. With it, Carlos wrote down all the broadcasts he listened to: number stations, foreign language stations from other countries, and amateur stations from far and wide.
One day, as he was tweaking the dials on his radio during a summer afternoon, Carlos picked up a man’s voice… a strangely high-pitched, gravelly voice buried within static and noise, introducing the young boy with an unusually morose greeting.
“Greetings from Night Vale….”
Carlos started to listen intently. Night Vale? Oh what an odd name for a place. He listen to the broadcasts that happened to the day and spent about 20-30 minutes delving in into this odd little town that had things like a scary government, puppy infestations, and something involving blood-stone circles. And the Weather… why is the weather just music? What is their weather there? It’s certainly not jazz music.
At the end of the broadcast, the broadcast returned to plain static. Carlos grabbed his paper and pencil from his desk and started copying down the coordinates of this new show, hoping to listen to it again when the time comes.
He didn’t find the broadcast again until his return to his hometown after 25 or so years in America.
Things have changed. Carlos became a scientist. He has an upcoming research opportunity somewhere for a year or so, and he hadn’t seen his home town for so long.
As he was looking around in his room, Carlos once again picked up an old radio. After a few tweaks and some new batteries and maybe a little cleaning, the radio once again worked. He also found a notebook full of frequencies and stations that he used to listen to and followed its coordinates. Some were gone and some were still there. Some were replaced, and some where not.
He then saw the notes about a town he will visit and turned on the dials.
“– Welcome… to Night Vale.”
The voice on the radio sounded different now. The broadcaster was now deeper, more melodious, more…calming.
Carlos looked at the radio and smiled after so long of finding this unusual broadcast that he would one day be entwined to.